The morning light had grown stronger, filling the study with a warm, golden glow that seemed to chase away the last remnants of the long night's shadows. The fire was dead, the embers cold, but neither Kaelen nor Rosalind noticed. They sat together on the window seat, his arm around her shoulders, her head on his chest, their bodies pressed close as if they could merge into one being, one heart, one soul.
The words had been spoken. The secrets had been shared. The questions had been asked and answered. The love had been reaffirmed, stronger than ever, unshaken by the storms that had tried to tear them apart. The anger had been released, the grief shared, and the fear named and faced. There were no more walls between them, no more distance, no more silence.
